At night, Su Meier, who had been tossed for half a night by a faint whimper and low sobbing, had just fallen asleep. A tall black figure suddenly appeared, standing silently in front of the cold couch, staring at Su Mei'er quietly.

In the darkness of the cave, where there was no light, Su Mei'er couldn't see clearly. Even the hazy sleeping face has no chance to see it. But he could feel her beauty, her charm. He stood so close, the faint fragrance of her body, her even breathing, all made him feel the charm of her soul.

His icy eagle eyes were no longer sharp, but were replaced by a complex ripple, and I wonder if the intertwined emotions were love or hate, or both, and maybe a kind of jealousy.

It's good if it's not Princess Lingxiang. This gave him the possibility of committing a crime. This fox girl, doesn't he always want to hook him? Then let her get her wish.

He didn't hesitate anymore and suddenly shot her up. He didn't want her to have any chance to struggle and resist, and in this process, he didn't need any blending and tacit cooperation, he just needed the result. As long as this result makes her no longer complete, then he can count them in one fell swoop and get twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking of how angry Ma Teng, the emperor of the Western Qiang Kingdom, would be in the face of Su Mei'er, who was no longer pure, and the smoke of gunpowder might rise again, he felt very refreshed. And what will Zuo Xin do in the face of Su Meier, who is no longer pure? He was interested to know, would he refuse, hurt, suffer, or accept it for the sake of love and the promise of the Son of Heaven?

"Ahh She couldn't see his handsome appearance either, but she knew very well who he was. With such a cold breath and domineering style, there will be no one else except him.

Shouting, shouting; Move, can't move. She couldn't stop his every move, so green and decisive.

He easily plundered the beauty that should have belonged to the emperor's brother. A teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye, and the hatred was over before it was too late. He wasn't enjoying it at all, but coping with it in order to accomplish some kind of task.

Lying on the cold couch, she was cold, and her empty beautiful eyes seemed to be out of breath, staring at the boundless darkness. The sound of the shackles stopped, and she felt that he had risen decisively, and even his breath was so even and calm. He easily ruined her without getting tired. Obviously, he didn't do his best to deal with it, as long as the result was achieved, why waste even one percent of his physical strength.

However, he can control the time and breathing, but he can't control the boiling blood and pounding heartbeat all over his body. After all, this is an experience he has never experienced. The fragrance that belonged to the girl seemed to have been imprinted on his bronzed skin, and it could no longer be erased. It turns out that this kind of experience is like a fairyland.

He tried his best to face it coldly, his eyes were ruthless and ruthless, burying every real feeling that belonged to his body, getting dressed, and clicking on her acupoints.

She immediately slapped her palm, who was his opponent? One dodge and one grab, and choked her wrist tightly.

"Why?" Doubts erupted from between her teeth in grief.

"To let you go, Lord Lele. Didn't you ask the owner of the village to let you go? Nighthawk hooked his lips and smirked, his quenched eyes shining in the darkness.